All around is the roaring of lions
Their noise deafens my ears
I sink down
In the midst of it all
Now
I hear them
The whisper of angels
Softly bringing love
To the world
Judy Angelheart
I found this small treasure among all my past blog posts and felt that it was the perfect little poem to share again.
Enjoy
Love,
Juju
The infinity symbol flows, changes, and comes back upon itself anew
The Angels Speak to us:
How long will we be with you? How long must we remind you of our love?
These questions have only one answer: infinitely~ always~ time and time again.
We don’t show you or tell you “ugly” truths to scare you or cause you to fear but to propel you into action- the most powerful action there is: prayer.
Prayer releases the power of God. Does He require this of you? No, you need to do this. You are the one who shuts down or gets busy or hides- not remembering the assistance and power in you and all around you.
You must not let the things of this world or of the spirit world cause you fear. Allow them to set your spirit in action to send love, to be love, for all those that need it.
All need love
You are a mighty warrior. Your weapon is love. When fear comes spear it with love- literally harpoon it. It is not too big nor too mighty for the power of your love, the released power of God, to reach it and bring it under the direction of the love- flowing and flooding and changing those situations in ways unknown and unnamed- disarming them and morphing them- transmutating them into love.
Invite it in
Allow the flow
Allow the change
Send it out
Love!
The Angels
This timeless message speaks to my heart. I hope it speaks to yours. This simple, yet powerful message tells us that we are powerful. We affect the physical and the spiritual realms with our prayers. And through those prayers, we join with God and the holy angels to live in love.
Sending you infinite love,
Juju
I have been doing good and I think I have conquered the bit of advice to:
Stop comparing yourself to OTTERS OTHERS
Wait…
I swear I actually, accidentally, just wrote otters. Well, I am doing good at that too. I know that is not the typical advice one hears. However, that is what I tell myself all the time. I tell myself to be “OTTERLY!” To be like an otter is to PLAY! They are playful, fun-loving creatures.
When the angels came to me the other day, they came to remind me about my true mission here on earth; part of what they told me is that they want me to play more and sing more, and dance more.
We all could use more otter-like play, silly singing, and joyful dancing.
So, I’m off to go do a bit of all three.
See you tomorrow soon,
Juju
PS: The angels have something to add
We come to and for all- all- all- all
We come with messages of love and joy
Fore if all were to dance and play with laughter and joy
Oh what a world it would be
You are creators of the universe
Heal the soul of all with PLAY!
What a lovely message. Let’s create a universe full of playful spirits~ US!
I guess the angels knew that I had to come here today. They are so wonderful to bring me back to this page today and to wish this little blog a very happy anniversary.
Eight a wonderful number.
Thank you, all the readers, friends, and fans!
Juju
You have surely forgotten me by now. I have been away for so long and yet I didn’t “go” anywhere. I have been right here, although, not where either of us left me. Fore, I have not been idle- collecting dust and growing cobwebs, albeit I am sure those are worthy hobbies for some, they are not for me. I have spent some time in the attempt to clean dust and gently gather cobwebs (they are such fragile things after all.)
I could say I have been busy, as some would assume- attending to other, more important matters. However, that statement would leave bitterness between us because the unspoken words would imply that I do not find you important when indeed I do. I do not need to know you on a close personal basis to give you weight and heft, to measure you as a being of infinite importance and merit. On the contrary, I know that you are a precious gift. Furthermore, that what God gifted you with is important, yeah, imperative to the universe.
I often wonder about this space- is it visited at all and how often and by whom. I do not flatter myself to think that I am missed, creating some hole in your existence. Yet, is there some who visit this space and find some solace, even in or because of my absence. These are just my musings, no need to answer my curious ramblings.
However, here (right here), I know that whereas my words have been non/un written for some time (let’s not quibble about the exact amount), my thoughts and sendings to you have been abundant.
I would ask that you think of my silent times as a type of hibernation- a slowing of the writing- dormancy. Yet, not complete inactivity- there are plenty of stories being told in various and sundry ways, some even in form and shape.
Today the bitterly cold winter has abated- the sun is shining bright and the air has warmed- thawing my cold, slow ways a bit and prompting me to reach out in written form and say Hi!
I did want to share two female entities that have been showing up lately:
The Archangel Muriel and Mother Mary
The Archangel Muriel comes with a floral or flowery smell. She is associated with the fragrance Myrrh, one of the three gifts of the Magi. Myrrh is known to enhance spirituality. Muriel will come to bring you mirth/joy to your heart and soul. She will restore your emotions to a good/perfect balance. She comes to tell you to trust your heart wisdom. She comes encouraging you to be of service to others.
Muriel is also the angel of gardening/nature and of pets and animals.
Mother Mary comes to bring us a sense of spiritual family. She is our comforting mother who comes to bring a balm of healing for all of our brokenness.
Both of these women come to show us concupiscence- doing/being for the good of all.
I send to you greetings, love, and these two spiritual entities to assist you at this time,
Juju
What are we teaching “our” children?
A great deal of responsibility falls on your shoulders if you are an educator, a parent or a grandparent. Yet, all of us have children in our lives, even if they are just on the outer periphery.
My children are all grown, yet I work part-time as an educator and I am a grandparent. However, my view is that as adults, we all have a obligation to teach the children…
Wherever we go, especially these days with the proliferation of cell phones and security cameras, we are being watched. Yet, even before all of the modern technology, we were being watched by little curious eyes. And behind those curious eyes are maturing, growing brains that soak up everything like a sponge.
Think back to some of your earliest childhood memories…
Hopefully, your mind brought back a delightful memory, however, for many it brought back something painful. That’s because we remember those things more strongly, they impress deep within our minds and can have a profound effect on molding who we are.
So take a moment to reflect on that same memory or another one…
If you, grown up and far removed from those events still remember them vividly and the emotions are still strong then please think about the impressionable minds of the children around you. You are molding their memories.
This puts us in a very powerful position to affect the future…
What world are you shaping by your words, your behavior and actions?
You are a powerful catalyst; everything you do and say leaves a mark…
What mark are you leaving?
I work with all ages of children
Here are some rules that we never grow too old to follow:
These simple rules can have a HUMONGOUS impact on the lives around you, especially the children. Oh and by the way, if you follow these rules the bounce back effect is wonderful.
Now imagine a world were everyone followed these simple precepts…
I can see it, it is just around the corner. Let’s turn that corner together!
Thanks for reading,
Juju
Oh my, my, my you are such wonderful amazing beings. We sing for you, We praise with you. You are the children of the future. You are the leaders of today. You are so wonderful and amazing. We come to bring you light and love. We come to touch upon your hearts and help you reach out in love. We shower you with love and blessings. You can share it all abundantly it will never run out. You are an overflowing vessel of all good and love. Spread your light and your love. Love, love, love……….
The Angels
It has come to my attention that some of you didn’t receive yesterdays post. I have figured out what happened. I had channeled my inner Mata Hari and wrote my post in code with invisible ink and sent it out via pigeon carrier. I will try and recall one of the birds and decipher the message and post it tomorrow. In the meantime, should one of my birds show up carefully remove the scroll, squeeze some lemon juice on it, hold it up to a mirror and read the message.
As for today…
Nothing truly noteworthy. Just a short poem:
All around me are the roaring of lions
Their noise deafens my ears
I sink down
In the midst of it all
Now I hear it
The whisper of angels
Softly bringing love
To the world
Judy Angelheart
It is late here. I must now go to bed. May the night be kind to us all. May we hear the angels and feel the love.
Love,
Juju
Two things are brought to mind by those two words. One is the laughter of children, as they tell or share in the fun of telling knock, knock jokes. The other is the image of Jesus standing at the door and knocking. Both images warm my heart and soul.
The intelligence of a child is shown in the ability to comprehend language. We usually think of a child comprehending concrete language, such as this is a ball or that is a dog. I recently got a wonderful visit with a friend and her three year old. I was surprised that he “got” one of my jokes and responded with a genuine belly laugh. He is also at the stage where he is answering questions such as where is your nose or what color is that, when he is asked. Yet, again he surprised me by his excitement about being able to tell us the plastic animals he pulled out my toy basket.
Knock, knock
Who’s there
Banana
Banana who
Knock, Knock
Who’s there
Banana
Banana who
Knock, Knock
Who’s there
Orange
Orange who
Orange you glad I didn’t say banana
Knock, Knock
Who’s there…..
The second image we most often do not equate with humor, yet it is funny in an ironic sort of way, Jesus is not stopped by doors, bars, or any other obstacle. However, he knocks because he wants to be invited. He is waiting for us to open the door, the door to our heart, and let him in.
The kingdom of God is within, yet we can only access it by opening the door and allowing the love to flow freely.
I thank you for opening your door to allow me to speak to your heart today of the love of God and the holy angels. The love freely flowing through the universe that is here and available to you; always.
We send you love.
Love, light and angels,
Juju
Sometimes all we need to remember is that God is here. God’s light will filter through the thickest of problems to find us. And we, like little sprouts growing, reach to find the light sent to us. The angels come among us to facilitate our reaching and God’s sending.
Love, light and angels,
Juju
Just as I was falling off to sleep, it began, softly falling upon the roof. Odd because usually there is wind sweeping in first to indicate the coming of the rain, yet not last night as the first drops fell to lull me off to sleep. I woke in the middle of the night to the same soft 
rain; it comforted me to know it was still raining gently. Its music led me back into my dreams. This morning the light rain sung to me to sleep in yet I woke up just to hear her song of spring. After I was dressed, I left my room and went to let the mewing cat out. When I opened the door, the first morning light was just beginning to illuminate the day and birds were loudly serenading the dawn. The rain had stopped. Overnight the light falling, dancing rain had turned the world green; the lovely green that only is visible right after a rain. When all of the plants have filled their veins and are showing their full colors brought on by the sustaining, life giving rain.
I love the rain, especially the soft gentle rain. I hoped it would last all day, as it is my last day of spring break and I wanted to spend it with a mug of something warm reading a book. I can still do that, if I choose, I don’t need the rain as an excuse or reason.
Looking out the window, I am so thankful for the rain, the green, the spring when everything is waking up from its long winter nap. I am so thankful that my hubby and I did yard work all day Saturday, everything looks so neat and clean revealing all of those growing, green things!
Happy Green Spring!
Love,
Juju
PS: The angels say that we need to look for signs of beauty and love and focus on those things at this time. Right now that is easy for all around me I see beauty and love, lovely green and birds singing, love, love, love.
Whisper of Angels 